Condado, Puerto Rico
I'm not sure what particular wrong I did in the past, but I'm paying for it now.
The past few days have been pretty damn lousy. Ever since I touched down in PR it seems to be one problematic issue after the next. I think it's safe to say I would have been better off skipping this layover and heading straight to Mexico—I wish I could take a mulligan on the decision to return.
Breaking my new (4-month old) camera last night is a perfect example of the kind of crap I seem to be getting bombarded with. I was removing it from a cargo pocket in my pants—like I've done thousands of times before—when it slipped out of my hand, and dropped from knee height onto a granite floor. I thought it might be OK because of how it struck the ground (flat and turned off), but the lens looks like it's having problems (that grinding noise can't be good). So it would seem that I'm left with a camera that works fine—except for that whole ability to take pictures thing.
There won't be any authorized Canon repair outfits here, there's only one facility (in Illinois) that fixes this model. I don't think I have much of a choice about what to do next. I'm going to have to mail the camera back to the States (for it to be refurbished) and pick up a new one locally. (sigh)…
Well, if this was going to happen, at least it occurred in what's practically a U.S. State. The USPS makes it cheap and easy to send a package home, and there should be plenty of familiar electronics stores in San Juan to buy a replacement from.
I swear, my time in the Caribbean has left me feeling like I dumped gasoline all over my savings and lit a match. I welcome the upcoming change—my flight leaves on the morning of the 15th. I don't think Saturday can come soon enough.
Lord only knows what surprises are in store for me on my birthday tomorrow—I'm afraid.